Teach Me [COMPLETED✔]

12

Aspen

There was talking, soft murmuring between Chris and a female. Her voice a soft caress like the sheets that covered me, Chris's a mix of worry and impatience.

Turning, I blinked quickly closing my eyes at the blinding light that streamed through the open window. "Can someone close the curtains?" I crooked out hoarsely.

The voices stopped, footsteps retreating. My eyes opened slightly to see a sway of black hair as the door opened. There was a second of noise that quickly disappeared as the door closed, the light dimming as the curtains were pulled closed.

After a few seconds, I opened my eyes fully. Seeing Chris standing next to me, tired lines lining his grey eyes. "Aspen." My name on his lips sounded like a prayer. My stomach dropping, heart beating frantically at it.

I could only quirk my lips up, giving him a half smile. My side aching as I shifted in the bed. "How do you feel?" Chris asked, his eyes shifting from my face to my arms. Dark brows furrowing as I grabbed my throat, his eyes shifting to understanding.

His steps were quick, walking to the table at the end of my bed to grab a hold of a glass of water. Chris holding the cup to my mouth, a thin line set on his lips.

Taking a few sips of the cool water, I pushed the cup away. Chris standing there, waiting for my response. "My head hurts-" I rubbed my temple- "And my side too," I added.

Chris nodded, "From a scale of 1 to 10, how much?"

"Four."

Chris nodded, moving to check the monitors. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up, exposing the tan skin. "It's tolerable right?"

I nodded. The headache was, it felt like any other headache I used to get. And my side only throbbed if I moved, or that's what I could tell. Chris moved again so he was standing at the end of the bed, his fingers curling around the end.

"You scared me," he admitted, his knuckles turning white. "You were unconscious for a few minutes. And damn if I didn't know better I would have thought something worse had happened."

A pang of guilt washed over me. Not once had I meant for Chris to worry about me, he already did so much. And to worry? To scare him because of my stupidity. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that," I admitted looking down at my lap. I entwined my fingers together, turning my hands in my lap

"I know-" Chris sighed, tilting my head to see him lean forward, noticing that there was more to say but he shook his head. "Tell me how did you fall?"

I froze, shoving my chin down. My cheeks heating up at the memory of it. God it was embarrassing, mortifying to even say it out loud. Not that I was, not to him. "I'm very clumsy," I murmured softly.

Technically I didn't lie, I was. The spilled coffee proved that, the many times I would drop the books and dishes Bach at school would back it up. The fact that I accidentally tripped over a carpet when I was alone made it more embarrassing.

"How did you fall?" Chris asked again, his voice dripping with curiosity.

I pressed my lips together. I wouldn't say anything. I knew what I did was wrong, but then again I felt rebellious and thrilling. And because of my actions, of my thinking, the fall had been my payback. "Does it matter? I'm fine right? And I don't think it'll happen again," I murmured.

I wouldn't try it again. Not ever again. God I didn't even know what was going through my mind at that moment, well I did. But God!

"How. Did. You. Fall." Each world was clipped, forced from his lips.